Guilty Pleasure Friday: Trannie pool parties and best in show!

These are some of the guilty pleasures I will be indulging in this weekend…

A trannie pool party at the Haymarket hotel

A DVD fest (as hubbie is working) consisting of Stomp The Yard, How to Lose a Guy in Ten Days and Pretty In Pink

Buying doggie beer for my dog’s birthday next week (yes, I’m not joking this stuff is real)

Watching Crufts on Sunday night to see who is crowned Best in Show

Going to Primark and TopShop just to touch, see and inhale the clothes as I’m still on my shopping ban

News round up: Heath Ledger, seagulls and saving the planet

Here’s my little ole round-up of what’s happening on the internet

1. Ok, it’s not fashion but it’s the big story of the day. Heath Ledger died yesterday at the very young age of 28.

It’s just like River Phoenix all over again – why do the talented ones pass away when you’ve got the awful Lindsay Lohans of this world getting away with it all? Sigh. Anyway, Page Six have definitely got the best updates. RIP Heath.

2. Want to save the planet and raise money for Cancer Research while still looking fashionable? Then you need to get your mitts on this lovely bag designed by Eley Kishimoto.

3. Why would anyone wear a belt like this?!

4. I detest birds but I LOVE this dress from Primarni

5. I just don’t know why Kate Moss is such a big style icon. The clothes she wears would look RIDICULOUS on a normal woman. However, I do rate this Kate’s style!

ASBO fashion

I’ve just had the most fabulous weekend doing absolutely nothing. What’s more, I did nothing in absolutely no style at all! Yesterday, I spent the day chilling out and tidying my house in the skankiest trackie bottoms ever (from Primark of course), t-shirt, grey hoodie (velvour – could it get any worse?) and my cosy Ugg boots.

I didn’t care what I looked like. In fact, the hubbie told me I looked gorgeous. Awww! He says he likes my natural look, but perhaps he tells me that so I stop wearing make-up and become repugnant to all men?

This morning when my fashionable colleagues were discussing their weekends, I hid the fact that mine was spent in fashion purgatory. However, this afternoon I heard the very chic fashion news writer saying she couldn’t wait for Christmas as she would be going back home to slob out and wear her favourite trackie bottoms and hooded top. So perhaps I’m so fashion forward, I’m backward... or something like that.